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Rating: T

Somewhere on the darker side of Vale, through a heavy metal door and down a dimly lit flight of stairs is a bar frequented by mostly criminals and the odd naive person who just saw the place as another place to drink the night away. One of these ignorant patrons has set his sights on a woman sitting at the bar. She holds a book in one hand and stirs an odd coloured beverage absentmindedly with her other, her mind obviously absorbed in her reading. The man looks down at himself, fixes the dress tie around his neck then makes his way over to the bar, intent on chatting with the woman. He sidles up and takes a seat on an empty bar stool and shamelessly lets his eyes rove over the preoccupied woman's body, stopping for a few extra seconds on her breasts.

He tears his gaze from the woman's chest to watch her face as he says, "I don't think this is the place for reading sweetheart."

While the woman's facial expression remains neutral and doesn't look up from her novel, she scoffs. The man's eyes narrow slightly, a little annoyed with the response he received. Playing hard to get are we? He thinks to himself, I'm up for the challenge. The man raises a hand and waves the larger and heavily tattooed bartender over. The man behind the bar looks rather miffed by the patron suddenly demanding his attention but he sighs and walks over.

"What can I get for you?" The bartenders voice is just as deep as his body's build would suggest.

The much smaller man uses a great deal of willpower to not cower away from the man behind the bar. He clears his throat, "I'd like the same drink as this lovely lady."

The bartender glances at the woman and her drink before grinning, finding amusement in something which confuses the other man. He waits patiently for his drink to be made all while trying to think of another conversation starter, one that would surely get the woman next to him to speak. As the drink is placed in front of him he comes up with an idea even if the conversation it may start will most likely bore him to tears. Got to start somewhere. Once the bartender makes his way to the other end of the bar to serve someone else, the man picks up his drink and turns to the woman with a smile.

"So," he begins, "What are you reading?"

His confidence immediately sky rockets when the woman lowers her book ever so slightly and glances at him out of the corner of her eye. Even though she looks at him bothered more than anything, the man takes her reaction as positive since it's more than what he got before. He doesn't break eye contact with her as he lifts the glass filled with the mystery substance to his lips. The second the liquid passes between his lips his eyes widen and he barely swallows to avoiding spewing the beverage everywhere when his body is wracked with a sudden coughing fit. The mans throat burns like fire so much so that his eyes start to water as he tries to get his breathing under control. How can they serve something so strong? With his hand clutching his now crooked tie, the man glances up to see the woman giving him an amused smile before taking a sip of her own drink without even batting an eye. The mans jaw practically drops to the floor.

"I don't think this is the place for wimps." The woman suggests before rolling her eyes and returning to her reading, laughing quietly to herself.

The mans face begins burning just as hot as his throat. He only gets more embarrassed when he notices the bartender and the other patrons sitting at the bar were all chuckling at his expense. The man slams his nearly spilled drink down on the counter before standing with a huff. He fixes the other men with a glare as he struggles to readjust his tie. The man throws some lien on the bar before turning to leave. He doesn't even glance at the woman he'd been trying to pursue before storming off towards the exit.

The bartender saunters over and picks up the lien that had been left behind, "I swear. Seeing you tuning down men as you do is always the highlight of my evenings Blake."

For the first time that night, the woman named Blake takes note of the page in her novel before closing it, giving her full attention to the man behind the bar she knows to be named Leo, "I'm glad I could brighten your day." she says sarcastically.

While his laughter has ceased, Leo's smile remains as he places the lien in his pocket to be dealt with later when he has the time. He then picks up the abandoned glass, still full. "What a waste." He mumbles before dumping the drink down the drain. Leo then places the glass on the spinning tray that cleans small dishes. His attention returns to Blake, the woman who frequents his establishment. Looking at the top of Blake's head, he notices that the woman is wearing a black bow making him frown before saying, "You know you don't have to wear that here."

Blake's amber eyes narrow slightly, tired of hearing those same words from the bartender every time. The woman pushes some loose black waves behind her ear and is about to respond when a shoulder bumps into hers and a hand smacks down on the bar right in front of Leo.

"Heya mister, got a minute?"

Blake looks at the woman who had so rudely interrupted, not that she really wanted to have that conversation with Leo again. The other woman begins to chat away with the bartender, showing him something and asking questions that Blake doesn't hear. She's too preoccupied giving this stranger a once over. The woman is taller than Blake by maybe an inch or two. She also has a much larger bust that is practically spilling out of her bright yellow tank top and tan jacket. Her blonde hair is purposefully messy and ends just shy of her ass that is being squeezed by tight black shorts. Blake's eyes widen, surprised that she'd taken the time to look so closely at the woman next to her. She never does that. Ever.

"Yoohoo, anybody in there?" Blake is pulled from her thoughts when the blonde begins waving a hand in front of her face.

Blake blinks a few times but controls her expression and forces it back to it's usual neutral look. She doesn't say anything but the blonde immediately brightens once she knows she has Blake's attention. The stranger places a hand on Blake's shoulder and for some reason she doesn't shrug it off.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for bumping into you." The hand on Blake's shoulder squeezes slightly before dropping away, "It was one hundred percent my bad. When I have a goal in mind I kind of get tunnel vision."

The woman laughs somewhat nervously, obviously expecting Blake to say something less than kind. Instead, Blake find herself smiling warmly.

"It's fine."

Once again the blonde is practically shining her smile is so wide. She offers her hand to Blake, "The names Yang."

Blake hesitates for a moment but takes the woman's hand in her own and shakes it slowly, "Blake."

"Well Blake, it's been a pleasure but I've got places to go and people to interrogate!" Yang tries to pull her hand free but Blake just grasps the other woman's hand tighter.

"What is it you're asking around for?" Blake asks, finally allowing Yang to have her hand back even though she wishes she could have held onto it longer.

Yang unceremoniously reaches down her shirt over her left breast and procures a picture. She looks at it herself, her expression solemn for a split second before she turns it in Blake's direction and grins happily once again.

"I'm looking for this woman. You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?" She asks hopefully.

Blake scans the dark haired woman in the picture but doesn't recognize her. She shakes her head and returns her gaze to the blonde, "Don't think I've seen her around before."

Yang heaves a heavy sigh and returns the picture to where she got it from, "Yeah, I'm getting used to hearing that answer. Guess I'll be moving on now."

Blake is a lone wolf and doesn't play well with others. She enjoys silence, finds comfort in darkness and doesn't like to get involved with troublesome things unless she's getting payed handsomely to do so. All these things are true and yet for some reason the idea of this woman before her turning and walking out of her life makes her want to scream. They've only spoken for maybe five minutes and yet those are Blake's honest feeling. There is just something about this loud, bright and troubled woman that has Blake wanting to stay by her side despite their obvious differences.

Yang give Blake a little wave, the sparkle in her lilac eyes ever present. She turns to go, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she does so. She's leaving. She's leaving. Stop her. Do something. Open your mouth damnit!

"Yang!" Blake's sudden outburst has not only the blonde turning in her direction but some of the other people in the establishment as well. The black haired girl blushes slightly but quickly presses on, "I could help you. Look for that woman, I mean."

Yang looks at the shorter woman with a questioning and contemplative gaze for a moment. She hadn't expected to have someone offer to help her on her search. Especially a woman her age who comes to a bar on this shady side of town. The blonde can't help but wonder, why? Actually she finds herself thinking of a lot of different questions for Blake despite already knowing that she probably wouldn't get many answers judging by the woman's seemingly mysterious and quiet nature. That wouldn't stop her from trying though.

Yang closes the distance she'd put between her and Blake and playfully pats the girls head, right over her bow, "Sure kitty cat. You can give me a hand!"

Suddenly at a complete loss after Yang's nickname, Blake fumbles with putting words together to form a proper sentence. The woman had somehow figured out that Blake is a cat faunus. "W-wai-wha-how?"

Yang reaches past Blake, her chest just grazing Blake causing the dark haired girl to blush. The blonde lifts Blake's book and then grabs her hand, dragging her off towards the exit all while giggling.

"Your bow flattened when you called my name." Yang explains as they make their way through the now crowded bar, "You're cute when you're embarrassed by the way."

Blake silently curses her inability to control the cat ears atop her head when she's flustered. Then as she's pulled into the cool if not a bit damp night air, she notices her face had been rather heated. She'd never been called cute before. It felt... Nice.

So I'm new to writing romance. Oops. The bees are more just new companions here.

I'll try to do better in further one-shots. Maybe try for some fluff.

Let me know what YOU think and feel free to give me prompts. Ideas aren't a forte of mine.

Hope you have a fabulous day!

~TheRabbitGhoul

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